Quick
recap: In “Maturing,” Kevin learned that his mother was half Elf and his father
half Vampire, and he began to explore his new powers. While doing so, he
befriended a vampire-hunting Resistor named Jessie, who was immune to the
Vampire’s hypnotic stare, but where there is a will, there is a way, as Kevin
found out. In “Uncovering the Power,” Kevin was instructed in the use of the
Elven side of his powers by his birth mother. While perfecting control of his
talents, Kevin became the target of a powerful Alpha Vampire. In order to save
his own life, and those of his friends, Kevin, in desperation, called on the
power of Avalon to help him, and as a side effect, now has increased power,
which he used to defeat the Alpha Vampire and his apprentice. However, there is
still one loose end to tie up...
Jessie worked feverishly at the jigsaw, making stakes, as she
always did when she was frustrated, which was becoming more and more frequent
lately. It had been too long since she’d taken vampiric life. She was
dissatisfied with frigging herself to a rather weak orgasm when she came home
empty handed, which had been every night for almost a month now. Kevin was, she
knew, very concerned about her welfare, but Jessie was independent and proud,
and would not show weakness in front of him. He was useful, for certain,
especially since his increase in power last year during his first battle against
an Alpha Vampire. His abilities had
saved their lives on many occasions. But he was still a man. She caught movement in the corner of her eye
and moved reflexively, cutting her hand foolishly on the saw. The movement had
been Kevin, who was now at her side, using his Elven powers to heal her against
her protests. “Dammit I’m not a baby!”
Jessie growled, pulling against his grip. He let go only when he was sure she
wouldn’t fall on the floor when he did.
“I know you’re not a baby, Jessie.” he replied, turning off the saw.
“But you do make mistakes, and that’s part of my job as your partner—damage
control.” She snarled, and he assumed a nonthreatening, yet nonchalant stance,
with that one-sided smile she’d recently begun to find so affecting it often made
most of her anger go away. This time, however, she was too frustrated for even
that smile to calm her.
“Drop the chivalry, Kev, I’m not in the mood.” she said, in a low,
dangerous voice.
“You bored?” he asked.
“Frustrated.” she replied. “Do you realize it’s been a month since
I’ve staked a bloodsucker?”
“Twenty-seven days, seven hours, eight minutes and...” he checked
his watch. “Forty-seven seconds, to be
exact.” He understood. He knew about the orgasmic thrill she got from ridding
the world of one more Vampire. She suspected it made him nervous, since he was
part Vampire, but he never showed it if it did. He also seemed to sense that
masturbation no longer seemed to supply her with a satisfying orgasm when she
tried it. He didn’t say anything, though. He merely snapped his fingers and
they were in her room. He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and pinned it
to a punching bag dangling from the ceiling. The paper was a picture of Bram
Stoker’s Dracula.
“It’s really nice of you to try and help, but a picture on a bag
doesn’t do it for me. You know that.” Kevin sighed, nodding his head in
agreement. Jessie moved to the window, looking out over the suburban landscape,
where children played in the sun, safe from Vampires but not ghouls or
skeletons, their half-dead servants. Jessie felt a gentle touch on her
shoulder. She turned, and suddenly Kevin was kissing her. The kiss uncorked her
pent-up sexual energy, and she responded by tearing his shirt off with her bare
hands. The next to go were the pants, followed by the briefs. She then pulled
off her own trousers, then her shirt. She wasn’t wearing anything under that,
so there was no further need for stripping. If there had been anyone home, they
would have heard Jessie’s and Kevin’s violent lovemaking from anywhere in the
house, or even outside. The closest ones to the house were the kids playing
across the street, and they were too busy playing football to notice “weird
noises.” Kevin brought her to three screaming orgasms that afternoon before she
passed out. Kevin drew the shades and looked at himself in a mirror. A black
eye, a hickey, several bruises and scores of scratchmarks were healing rapidly
as he smiled at his reflection. He carefully removed Jessie’s boots, which had
not been removed, and had resulted in a large percentage of those bruises. With
her boots off, he carefully laid her on her bed and covered her with her
blankets. After a year of nonuse, the trigger phrases Kevin had placed in her
mind had worn away, and only the suggestion that she would never try to kill
him still remained, but Kevin didn’t care about all that other stuff. He had
realized long ago that Jessie was fine just the way she was. He planted a
gentle kiss on her forehead before reassembling his clothes around him. She sighed
happily. Kevin smiled. She was always at her most beautiful (in his eyes at
least) as she lay unconscious after periods of vicious, steamy, violent sex.
Kevin was fixing dinner when his mother—his real one—arrived. His
mother looked in distaste at what she saw on the table. Hot peppers of every
sort, various herbs and spices, beans, hamburger meat, and other chili-related
things. A jar of wasabi sat menacingly,
the cartoon character on the label, his face red with steam coming out of his
ears, seemed to share her dread. He was making “Thermonuclear Chili” again. He
and Jessie loved to try to out macho each other with that stuff, a glass of
milk between them, the one who lasted the longest without going for the milk
having won bragging rights for the week. This was the chili that almost cooked
itself. Even a dragon would shy away from this stuff, his mother thought. But
then again, they didn’t have to eat. They liked it enough, but it wasn’t a
necessity, thanks to their magical metabolism. The lucky stiffs. She sighed in
exasperation, and almost in reply, she heard a rather happy sigh. She was
surprised to find Jessie standing at the top of the stairs, dressed as she
always was, but practically glowing with happiness. It didn’t take a genius to
guess what had happened. That was a look that only a well-fucked woman got. She
gave her son a sidelong glance before walking past the young Vampire slayer.
Guilty pleasures, I guess. she thought to herself. All I did was give her a kiss, Mother. Kevin
transmitted telepathically. How was I supposed to know it would drive her into
a frenzy? His mother ignored him.
After the glow of their interlude was gone, Jessie found herself
feeling depressed again. Kevin found her standing on the balcony, looking out
at the setting sun.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“She’s out there, somewhere.” Jessie replied.
“Your sister?” Kevin asked. Jessie hadn’t mentioned the day Kevin
had discovered his powers, but Elves had the gift/curse of total recall. “Yes.” Jessie replied, a single tear rolling
down her cheek as images of her sister, before and after the transformation,
came unbidden to her mind. She felt Kevin’s strong arms encircling her.
Ordinarily she would have resisted, but this time she didn’t. She closed her
eyes and leaned against Kevin as he began swaying from side to side. Before
Jessie realized what she was doing, she had told Kevin all about her and even
relived the incident, giving Kevin exacting details on every movement, every
muscle twitch, every nuance of inflection. The next thing she knew, she was
sitting in his lap, crying. There were tears in his eyes too. It was then that
Jessie realized the bond they shared. She kissed him more tenderly than she
ever had, even when under the old sweetness-trigger, then they parted just as
the sun set.
Jessie awoke just before the next sunset. She and Kevin were
mostly creatures of the night, but when they started school in August, they’d
have to get their internal clocks turned back around. She sighed unhappily as
she felt Kevin’s cooling place on the bed. He’d been gone for a while. She
dressed and went downstairs.
“Kevin’s not here.” his mother said.
“Do you know where he is, Mrs. Michaelson?” Jessie asked. “He said he was running an errand for you. And,
by the way, you can call me Shana...unless you’d rather call me Mom.” Kevin’s
mother said, pulling out a chair for Jessie to sit in. Jessie sat.
“I think I’ll hold off on that last one for a while, Shana.”
Jessie said with a smile. “Do you have any idea what this is about?” “How
should I know? All he told me was he was running an errand for you.”
“Did he mention my sister?”
“No. Why?” Shana asked. Jessie sighed, shrugging her shoulders.
They chatted for a while, exchanging secrets shared among women, and before
Jessie knew it, it was midnight.
“He’s been gone for a long time.” Jessie said. “With these short
summer nights, it won’t be worth going out looking for the vampires soon,
they’ll all be waiting in their coffins for the dawn.” Kevin slid the glass
door open, a writhing she-Vampire held fast by Kevin’s unbreakable
Elven-Vampiric grip. With a jerk of his head, he indicated that Jessie should
follow them into the garage. Jessie
took up a stake as she entered, and kicked the door shut behind her. She could
feel her body responding in anticipation of offing another bloodsucker—her
first in a month.
“Easy, Jess.” Kevin said. “This isn’t just any Vampire. This
is...well, I guess you could say she’s your niece.” Jessie looked up at Kevin
in surprise. “One of my sister’s gets?”
she asked. He nodded.
“Newly converted, and I’m betting still slavishly attached to her
Mistress.” “That means Suzy’s in town.” Jessie muttered. Kevin nodded again. He
released the Vampire bitch and pulled something from his belt. The she-Vampire
hissed, fangs fully extended, as she caught sight of the silver cross. Kevin
began to turn the cross back and forth, catching the lights in the garage so
they shone in her eyes. Slowly, the Vampire began to relax, her face going
blank, her fangs retracting, the red in her eyes fading. “I’ve never seen that
happen before.” Jessie said.
“I took this off a Vampire-hunter who was trying to kill me.”
Kevin said. “It’s a special cross blessed at the Vatican to use the hypnotic
powers of Vampires against them. The cross doesn’t hypnotize the Vampire, the
Vampire hypnotizes himself or herself. Of course, my Elven blood prevents my
own powers from being used against me.” He approached the enthralled Vampiress,
continuing to flash her in the face with the blessed cross. “Now, my
bloodthirsty beauty, we will discuss the location of your Queen.”
“Yes, Master.” the Vampiress replied. “The Vampiress who brought
me across is staying at the Holiday Inn on Fifth Street.”
“What room?”
“Room 512, Master, an executive suite.” the Vampiress replied.
“How heavy is the guard?”
“Twenty Epsilon-class Vampires in four teams of five, each
commanded by a Delta-class Vampire.”
“And why is she here?” Kevin asked.
“To train the new Princess.” the Vampiress replied. Kevin and Jessie
looked at each other with “oh, shit!” looks on their faces. A new Vampire
Princess was being groomed for leadership. This meant trouble. Big
trouble. “How long will the spell
last?” Jessie whispered.
“How long does Vampire hypnotism usually last?” Kevin
replied. “In most cases, except with
Resistors, Vampiric hypnotic suggestions are...permanent!” This last word was
said with a smile. “So she’s your slave forever?”
“Ours, honey.” Kevin replied with a kiss to Jessie’s cheek. Her
feminist spirit balked at the slightly chauvinistic way he was treating her, as
though she needed his protection, but her woman’s heart, to which she had been
paying an increasing amount of attention of late, thrilled at the show of
affection, and his willingness to share. “Slave, listen and obey.” he told his
immortal thrall. “I hear and obey,
Master.” the Vampiress said flatly.
“This woman here is your Mistress. You will obey her in all things, as
you would obey me. You are hers in body, mind and soul. You exist to serve and
protect her, and you will die serving and protecting her.” Kevin told the
Vampiress. “Understood, Master. I will
obey Mistress in all things, as I would obey you. I am hers in body, mind and
soul. I exist to serve and protect her, and I will die serving and protecting
her.”
“What is your name, slave?” Jessie asked.
“Katarina, Mistress.” the Vampiress replied.
“Alright, Katarina, follow me.” Jessie said, leaving the garage.
Katarina followed her Mistress robotically.
Kevin peeked around the corner, careful not to step into any of
the ashpiles that had once been Vampires. Two of the Delta Vampires were
standing guard on either side of the door to the room where the Queen and
Princess were. Jessie skewered one of them with a stake from her crossbow, and
the other one got a taste of her sunlamp flashlight. Kevin jimmied the door
open, and they quietly entered the suite—only to find the remainder of the
security team waiting for them. Jessie and Kevin had faced longer odds before,
and now they had Katarina to help them. With the underlings out of the way, the
trio moved to the main bedroom. The force of the Princess slamming against the
door knocked all three back. The Princess was a gorgeous Asian vixen straight
out of a porn movie. Her attire consisted of a leather “dominatrix” two-piece.
She charged, and Jessie used the cross. With a scream of fright, the
as-yet-untrained Princess zipped into a corner, and was soon transfixed and
enslaved by her own hypnotic power. “Well
well, dear sister. Come to commit silicide?” a liquidly melodic female voice
asked from the darkness of the main bedroom. Jessie brandished the cross
threateningly as she commanded Katarina and the enthralled Princess to her
side. “Come on out, Suzy.” Jessie said.
“I know it’s you.” There was an increasing of darkness, like the shadow of a
shadow, and then Suzy emerged. The woman looked like someone had used Jessie’s
body, aged it to twenty-one, and rearranged it to create the Ultimate
Seductress. She was wearing a fishnet catsuit with a G-string underneath it.
Jessie was immediately envious, conscious of her own flaws. She held the cross
before her and began to shine the moon’s light off it into Suzy’s eyes. A
gesture from the Queen sent the silver thing flying. “Did you honestly think you could hurt a Queen Vampire by shining
some stupid piece of silver in my eyes? Ha!” Suzy laughed derisively. “Come,
now, Jessica, I knew the instant I felt the touch of magic on my daughter’s
mind that you had the Vatican’s precious cross. I had lots of time to prepare
for your little attack. Yes, you’ve captured her mind quite nicely. I can’t
even control her any more. But I can destroy her.” Jessie pulled a stake out
from behind her back. She was afraid.
More afraid than she’d ever been in her life. Here was her enemy, a Vampire
Queen, whose death would finally end her life’s torment, and yet Jessie wasn’t
sure she could bring herself to kill this Vampire. She was, after all, her
sister.
“Do you really think Jessie’s going to let you?” Kevin asked. “Her
whole life has been dedicated to pinning Vampires to the floors of their
coffins like bugs on display...”
“And yet she seemed perfectly willing to be boinked by you.” Suzy
finished, smiling wickedly, her long, tapering fangs glinting in the moonlight.
“Don’t think my spies didn’t take notice, Jessica. Nothing happens in this
world that I don’t know about.”
“I’ve heard enough.” Kevin said, firing twin beams of energy from
his hands, both of which were easily avoided by the Queen, who pounced on the
Vampiric hybrid like a leopard, pinning his shoulders to the ground. Her fangs,
fully extended, a drop of yellow-green venom hanging ominously from the tip,
hovered menacingly over Kevin’s neck. Kevin teleported out from under her, and
Jessie hurled one stake at her sister. The Vampire Queen was swift, and the
stake splintered uselessly on the wall. Jessie was knocked backwards by a
backhanded slap from Suzy. She rolled like a blown tire across the floor,
coming to rest near the broken suite door. She was bleeding from the forehead,
and the blood was in her eyes now. Blinded by it, she could only listen to the
sounds of the power-struggle between the two Pretenders. She felt herself being
lifted, then a gentle tongue was licking the blood from her eyes. “Wha?” Jessie managed.
“It’s me, Mistress.” Katarina said. “You’re bleeding. Let me help
you.” The Vampiress applied a bandage to the wound, then Katarina’s tongue took
care of the blood in Jessie’s eyes, so she could see again. The situation was
not much changed. Kevin and Suzy were engaged in a battle to see whether
Kevin’s combination of Alpha Vampiric powers and Elf Regal powers could
withstand the might of a full-fledged Vampire Queen. It was beginning to look
doubtful, however, as Suzy cast red lightning from her eyes, which seized him
like taloned hands, then slammed him around the suite. Jessie took up her
stakes once more, and uncorked a vial of holy water. “Mistress, you can’t face
her!” Katarina said protectively. Jessie silenced her with a stern look. “I can face her.” she replied, turning her
back on the Vampiress. I just can’t beat her. she thought to herself. “Suzy!
Stop! It’s me you want.” “If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard that old
cliché...” Suzy said, giving Jessie a fast punch to the mouth. Jessie
retaliated by splashing her with the holy water. Suzy’s skin steamed, but the
dousing only served to make her more angry. Again the lightnings flared from
the Queen’s eyes, and Jessie found herself slammed into the wall. The first
time she tried to move, she knew she had several broken ribs, and was bleeding
internally. Her sister said something, but the roar in her ears was too loud
for her to hear any of it. Her vision began to blur. No! Please! Don’t go into
shock! she told herself. Her numbing fingers could no longer hold the stakes.
As Suzy lifted her over her head, her guts began to feel cold, and Jessie
realized with sudden certainty that she was going to die.
Something happened. Suzy was no longer beneath her. She was
falling. Warmth surrounded her as Kevin caught her in his arms. He was saying
something, but she couldn’t hear over the roar in her ears. She tried to clear
her head, and got her vision to come back enough to see Kevin cut a slit in his
jugular vein with a letter opener. He put her mouth to the hole, despite her
feeble squirmings. Drink, Jessie. he
said into her mind. Drink, because your life DOES depend on it! Obediently she
began to swallow the hot, sickly sweet fluid. She felt a sudden pain in her
neck, then orgasmic pleasure as the circuit was completed. Rather than stopping at that, the pleasure
continued to build, redoubling as it echoed back and forth in their conjoined
minds. There was an itch behind her teeth, and as the flow began to lessen,
Jessie acted on instinct, sinking newly-developed fangs into Kevin’s neck, and
the blood flow renewed, sending continued pleasure into her body.
Is this some kind of wet dream? Jessie wondered. The experience
was greater than anything she had ever felt. She was coming continuously now,
and with more strength than she had ever imagined possible. The part of her
that could still think, way in the back of her mind, thought of this as a
strange sort of supercome. Finally overwhelmed with it all, Jessie passed out.
The connection broke. Kevin removed his fangs.
“So you’ve brought her across to save her life.” Suzy said
derisively from the doorway. Kevin’s desperate energy burst had knocked her
through seven walls before she finally came to a stop. “This just means I’ll have
to stake her out in the open before sunrise.”
“She won’t be like you, Suzie.” Kevin replied as he rose, then
gently stepped over Jessie’s comatose form. “She will be like me. A combination
of the powers of Elf and Vampire and retaining her human soul. Sunlight and
holy water won’t harm her.”
“But a stake through the heart would kill anybody.” Suzy said with
an evil smile.
“It’s time I ended this game.” Kevin said, pulling out the blessed
cross. “You tried that once before.”
Suzy said, glaring disdainfully in his eyes. That was a mistake. His own
Vampiric hypnotism caught her gaze, and he began chanting an Elven geas-spell
as the cross continued to work its magic. Suzy’s fangs retracted as the triple
assault on her mind wore down her defenses, which could not have been defeated
any other way, he knew. Her eyes lost their evil glow and her face lost its
expression. Her hands fell to her sides. When Kevin was certain there wasn’t a
thought in her mind except to obey him, he approached her, fangs extended.
The knock at the door sounded like gunshots, and the Vampire
hunter moved to answer it, holding the bag of ice to his head as he did so. He
opened the door, squinting as the bright sunlight sent lances of pain through
his head. “Package for you, sir.” a
messenger said. The Vampire hunter signed his assumed name to the clipboard and
handed the youth a twenty for his trouble before bringing the package into the
less painful semidarkness of his hotel room. He pulled the note from the
outside of the package and sat down to read.
“Dear friend,” it read.
“Thank you for the loan of your hypno-reflective cross, and I know
that, had we not been in the heat of battle, you to rid the world of yet
another bloodsucker, and I to save my own life, I probably could have negotiated
for the loan without causing you so much injury.
“I’m writing this to inform you that there is a new kind of
Vampire-hunter in America. We use the combined powers of Vampires and Elves to
overpower our immortal prey, and are immune to such devices as your
hypno-reflective cross. You needn’t
worry about that Vampire Queen anymore, as she has switched sides.” After this
sentence the author of the letter had drawn a wry smilie-face. “The same goes
for the Princess she was training, and one of her female gets. During the
battle, however, I was forced to bring my partner across, so now there are five
of My Kind. Tell your friends not to mess with us. We wouldn’t want a repeat of
last week, would we?” Another smile.
“Sincerely,
“Kevin.
“PS: Here’s your cross back. I won’t be needing it anymore. Thanks
again for letting me use it.”
The Vampire hunter opened the box, and sure enough, the
hypno-reflective cross fell into his hand, accompanied by a wad of Styrofoam
popcorn. There was a soft rap at the door. As he answered it, a silver-haired
young woman gently but firmly eased her way in.
“Hello. My name is Katarina, and I’ve been sent to help with the
headache.” she said. Against the Vampire-hunter’s protests, she gently placed
her fingers on his head. A tingling sensation spread from the places where her
fingers touched, until his whole head felt like it was full of ginger ale. Then
she withdrew her fingers and left without further word. When the hunter opened
his eyes, she was long gone, and he almost wondered why he was standing in the
middle of his hotel room holding a sack of lukewarm water.
End.